#bathing
I lie here in my hedged-in garden,
forest bathing,
soaking up
the sic sounds of nature craving,
wrapping myself in heat,
leaves, grass cuttings, and dirt favouring
the way we were created.
My bouncy body drips with sweat,
washing the day's work off, leaving
space for new memories to be created;
garden painting, ivy-wall plaiting, sound-scape-skating,
embracing all the mysteries of nature,
even that lithe lizard that let out little ones, populating!
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 9:52 PM UTC
It started when people stopped bathing
Or showering.
Every day before they went to work or after their 5 mile run. People just stopped stepping into their tubs
Or showers
To turn the faucet handles that activated
Cold and hot water to fall from the plumbing.
They gradually
Lost interest in hygiene. Personal cleanliness was ghosted.
Everything else mattered to them, until it didn't. Getting their kids to school on time mattered, finishing the work project by deadline mattered, visiting relatives in Montana mattered, driving to the store for groceries mattered, until it didn't. Simply ceasing soap and water on flesh.
They just stopped bathing. It's not that they were afraid of water. If near the ocean they would still run and swim in the waves,
Or jump into the pool at the Hilton. No they weren't afraid of water.
It was something else
So slow
And insidious that it was hardly noticed at first.
The domesticated animals picked up on the phenomena first.
They became anxious. They scurried, tried vocalizing. They sensed a lack of intention from their care givers. They sensed a lack of worthiness inside of their humans. The animals began to wonder about their own well being.
What was their future?
Once you start with a variation from normal, from routine, from tradition, the pendulum swings.
The people didn't realize what was happening. Then it slowly dawned on them over time.
They didn't feel needed.
But kept it a secret. The secret necrosed from the inside
Out. They forgot that connecting to one another
Was vital to survival. Their silence could be deadly.
Nov 28, 2023
Nov 28, 2023 at 11:40 AM UTC
When this condensation locates your skin and runs like the Orinoco from its Andean peak, wandering over you at a composed, but covetous pace, exploring several variances of possibility at once, seeking your chemical reaction to whet lest it evaporate, I ponder over such showering of inanimate affection, all in the hope you will summon me from a docked eidolon and into your water, in partnership with the effusive sail -- learned of geography, triggered by chemistry.
Mar 16, 2020
Mar 16, 2020 at 9:56 AM UTC
Along a trickling stream,
there's a hushed whereabouts
she likes to routinely gather
her thoughts from, before
assigning her task
to bathing amongst
the shadows.
Today's reflections vastly
withdrew, untwining
such musings,
as a playful breeze
whispered unto her
of an unbeknownst admirer's
dedication.
And so avidly fixed it was
upon the arched swell of
her lower back,
she quite shivered.
But be it a pleasurable fear,
she allowed him such liberties,
and stepped into the light.
Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 11:40 AM UTC
Warm golden curls
Swirling beneath the surface
A porcelain crater
Filled to almost overflowing
Delicate toes
Tickled by the current
Bronzed summer legs
Tipped up in relaxation
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 1:58 PM UTC
Thus rain come you
Nature has made the world and adorn bathing
The dirt of the world you fully wash
Rain rain so it must be you
Useless stuff to bring you waft flood
Raining cats and dogs and be
Thus rain come you
Nature has made the world and adorn bathing
The dirt of the world you fully wash
Useless stuff to bring you waft flood
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 5:23 AM UTC
Why do they call them bathing suits if you're not supposed to be bathing in them?
Interesting how we coin terms in this silly world
But i guess i shouldn't call it silly due to some of the silly things we have done and i've done.
They should just keep it one term- swimsuits
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 4:13 PM UTC
i stand in front of the Bath,
Taking a moment to enjoy the experience before it starts.
Stream rises from the Surface,
Like butterflies over a field
of fresh spring blossoms
It hovers, seductively inviting me in with a lazy sense if urgency.
In the corner, a lone Candle flickers in the rising Steam,
Lazily shining its Light
Like a Capetonian on a lazy summers evening sipping wine under the setting sun.
The Water,
blue from the bubblebath,
Smells like an orange, ancient, triangular spire in the early dawn of Time.
The hot Water receives my body
And awakens hibernating skin
From its cold, white winter's slumber.
The curious Water
Finds its way all over my skin
In every corner it can,
It crawls into
And caresses me softly
Slowly I relax,
As Sir Isaac Newton makes my bath colder
And as my skin and water temperatures equalise
I lose all sense of self
Held afloat by the mighty Water
I gaze at the white bubbles
As they dance on my chest
Popping and merging
Reflecting light and whispering
Until I finally fall asleep in blissful relaxation.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 9:43 PM UTC
In the aftermath
Of a very hot bath
Sylvia Plath
Used to re-read
Katherine Mansfield stories
Until she felt
A little bit snory.
Whilst Ted Hughes -
After he'd imbued
The cool waters of
A shower for an hour -
Would watch Jackanory
Till he felt Hunky Dory
Then listen to Aladdin Sane
To bring him back to
The real world again.
Watch That Man!
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 2:36 PM UTC